"That man is evidently shrewd in business and a good advertiser,"
commented Farr.

"I find that I get along much better in the world," asserted the
knight-errant. "Now that I carry an advertising-sign my armor attracts
no rude mobs. I can go abroad and do good to a foolish world; I can use
the stipend my good benefactor allows to me for my work and I can help
poor folks here and there. Therefore, I am content with my modified
mission. Is thee more at peace with the world?"

"I ought to be, after hearing you say that _you_ are contented," said
Farr, with irony.

"Thee has manifestly improved thy condition, so I observe."

"It often happens in this world, Friend Chick, that the sleeker we are
on the outside, the more ragged we are within. I think I'll move on. I
might say something to jar your sense of sublime content. I'd be sorry
to do that. Real contentment is a rare thing and must be handled very
carefully."

"I fear thee loves thyself too much," chided the Quaker. "Affection for
somebody might make thee happy, my friend."

Farr choked back the comment that occurred to him in regard to love and
walked away.